I Know, But…

I am in love.


But it has nothing to do with a person. It has something to do with this TV show that I have recently been hooked into.

Not your ordinary fairy tales.

Yes, this is the “Grimm” TV series which kicked off last year. It reminded a little (just a little) of “Supernatural.” What fascinated me about this one is that they gave something else to the term “fairy tales.”

Nick researching
The lead character, Nick, researching on his current supernatural enemy.

The story started when Nick, a cop, discovers he is the last in the line of Grimms. Know all those fairy tales you read about, written by the brothers Grimm? It turns out that those aren’t merely fairy tales at all but documentations of all the supernatural forces they have encountered over the years. And this cop Nick is the last in the line of descendants. And there the story unravels.

Grimm tree creature
Hello, supernatural creature!

He encounters different creatures. Yes, there’s the Big Bad Wolf, the Three Little Pigs and others more. But the first scary one I saw in the first episode? This:

Grimm - girl zombie
Holy crap. This scared me!

This one was too reminiscent of those… things I saw in the horror movie from way back, “The Exorcism of Emily Rose.” And needless to say, that movie scared the crap out of me. Here is another screen capture, just because I want to scare myself even more:

Grimm - girl zombie nurse
What if your nurse looked like this one???

I think the show is good mainly because the pacing is enough to keep you on edge and the twists just keep you guessing. Also, it doesn’t hurt that Nick is HAWT.

Grimm - Nick pointing a gun
If Nick points a gun at me, I would be smiling & feeling lucky. Too hot to handle, this guy is.

And I like how efficient the tandem is. Cops Nick and Hank? Funny, reliable, alert, solid as rocks, and witty as hell. What’s not to love about them?

Grimm - Hank & Nick
Cop buddies, Nick & Hank, can handle any case with humor and efficiency. Plus points for them!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m in love. I’m in love with this show. I owe my brother for telling me about this one but when I told him about my gratefulness, he said to me, “What are you talking about? I never mentioned to you this ‘Grimm’ TV series. I meant the movie! You got the wrong Grimm reference!” Okay. So I did get my hands on the wrong Grimm but hey. That error was destined to fill my weekends, to make me look forward to kicking back and relaxing on a weekend night, totally glued to the TV.

P.S. Watch out for another character, a reformed wolf named Eddie Monroe. He is funny and adorable and I think he has OCD.

Grimm - Eddie Monroe (Big Bad Wolf)
The reformed Big Bad Wolf (a.k.a. The Clockmaker).

Image sources: “Grimm” poster, Monroe in wolf form, Monroe in human form, “Grimm” photos


Maybe Next Time

I took a walk outside a couple of minutes ago. The air was brisk and cool and I loved it. It made me want to walk even more.

Walking along the streets where I live reminded me so much of all the years I’ve spent growing up and growing old in pretty much the same place. It’s amazing how doing something you’ve always done can still make you feel renewed.

But now I’m here inside the house, clad in my pajamas and old gray shirt, feet bare and eyes somewhat drooping close. I still have work at nine in the morning tomorrow. And once in the office, I need to focus on staying awake (somehow, it’s not that different when you’re in a party and there’s drinking and eating and at the end, you try so hard on making it home alive).

I was supposed to blog about another list I have, one I came up with while taking that beautiful, delicious brisk walk on the wide streets where I live. It’s a list of my 2012 issues — slight OCD, the penchant for notebooks, this fixation with all things horror, love life (or whatever is left of it), how people come to me just to talk when they have problems (apparently I should’ve taken been a psychiatrist and I missed my calling in life), the many secrets I hold just to save some people’s faces, et cetera.

They are just random things that screeched and halted and went ahead and held one big street party inside my head. And I was supposed to lay them down in one neat little list. Instead, I talked about walking, about my pajamas and shirt and isn’t this just nuts? I am talking non-sequitur here. It’s best I come back another time and day. But before I do, let me throw in here this short prose I came up with while inside one of the many restrooms of Mall of Asia during my lunch break:

Drip, Drop
Ever felt this? You're alone in the restroom but you don't FEEL alone. Not at all...

She had known the difference between red and green at an early age. Red meant someone’s inside. Green meant it’s vacant and you can come in.

As she walked along the rows and rows of bathroom stalls on either side, something struck her as odd. On all the bathroom doors, the sliding latches were green. And yet… yet she did not feel alone. And what’s even more odd… what’s even more odd was how each and every door she touched and pushed (it did indicate vacant, didn’t it?) was met with a force that pushed the door right back at her. But it was the afternoon and the lights overhead were bright. She wasn’t scared. Not at all. She found it odd, yes, but not scary enough to send her running out of that weird restroom.

Last door to her left. It indicated green. Her pale fingers, delicate looking, planted themselves on that door. And then gave a light push. There it was, that feeling that someone (something?) was on the other side of the door. She pushed again, a bit harder this time. Still the door would not budge. She stepped closer, so that now her fragile-looking body was fully facing the door. She sucked in her breath and she did not even realize it. Another push, with more force now. The door rattled on its hinges, but not because she pushed it. Rather, because someone (something!) had slammed it back at her.

“Someone’s here!” A voice hissed from behind the door, a harsh whisper from the other side of that door. Just a whisper and yet filled with so much venom, too much hate. It sounded like it came from an old woman, with her throat parched and scratched dry.

She gasped, stepped back and gaped at the door in horror. She could not move. Her eyes fell on the gap between the floor and the door. No feet. She couldn’t see any feet. Her body grew cold and goosebumps dotted every pore. Her head felt too large for her; she felt like she was floating. That thing, that creature, it could see through the door. It could see her.

The lights in the bathroom suddenly flickered. She muffled a shriek and her feet finally unhinged themselves from that spot…

* image source: ThoseCameraCurls

2012, You Must Not…

You must absolutely not…

a) suck
b) be cruel to me and everyone I love
c) be a repeat of years 2009 and 2011

It’s nearing 2012 and I’m pretty sure that in spite of all the talks about 2012 being the year of Apocalypse (according to the Mayan calendar), we will all continue to struggle with our daily lives well past the new year. And heaven help us all as we trudge and glide and skip and cartwheel through 2012.

It seems to me that what I’ve been doing the past few weeks before 2012 hits can be described as both whimsical and nonsensical. How so? Here so:

The Dunwich Horror
The Dunwich Horror by H.P. Lovecraft

I bought this because ever since randomly picking up a copy of The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories while aimlessly walking around a bookstore, I was intrigued by H.P. Lovecraft. Neil Gaiman, one of my favorite authors, refers to him in some of his books. And so I bought The Dunwich Horror because it seemed like a good book of Lovecraft to start with. I have yet to start reading it.

True Philippines Ghost Stories Book 19
True Philippines Ghost Stories Book 19
True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 10
True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 10
True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 30
True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 30

I didn’t even realize that I was collecting these books all again. I started buying one or two copies a couple of years back. There’s just something about good old, passed around local ghost stories. It reminds me of my childhood. Every time there was a brownout (no electricity in our area), me and my relatives would huddle around the table and I would listen to them tell tales of the paranormal.

Moleskine notebook
Something to write on... But what?

I also bought two new pocket notebooks, which I call my “idea notebook.” It is completely blank up to this day. (*note: Notebook above is not my actual notebook. Mine looks way, way, WAY plainer. The one above is just so pretty I had to use it for visual purposes.)

I plan to write a lot more this 2012. I plan to save up more this 2012 (no promises here, though). I plan to go to places this 2012. I plan to… learn how to cook? How about sew? Nah. I’ll stick with the first three. Better safe than sorry! 😉

Have a good New Year’s celebration ahead, people!

Happy New Year!!!
Happy New Year!!!

image sources: Moleskine notebook, Happy New Year!

“The Wicker Tree” Horror Movie: Watch or Ignore?

I still remember watching that Nicholas Cage movie years ago. It was called “The Wicker Man.” The trailer looked pretty intriguing. My sister and I agreed to go see it and we did. Were we disappointed? No. I think it was a rather good movie with enough suspense and mystery that was smartly applied in the right moments as the story unfolded. And the pacing was just right.

With that said, I haven’t thought of The Wicker Man” in years. I still have six horror movies in my “to watch” list, namely: The Devil Inside, The Road, The Innkeepers, The Woman in Black, Grave Encounters, and Don’t be Afraid of the Dark. And right now, there are two more (excluding “The Wicker Tree“) to add to that list. Am I complaining? Not at all! Keep these horror movies coming! And then I’ll have a marathon dedicated solely for that. Complete with candles and cobwebs and chips and sodas. And ghosts and entities that I couldn’t see but are watching with me. You guys! It’ll be so much fun!

Now back to the heart of this post (yeah, there is one): I was going around the net, jumping from one site to another when I came across the upcoming horror movie called “The Wicker Tree.” It is a movie directed by Robin Hardy and the setting is in Scotland. The story begins when a religious couple, Beth and Steve, goes to a place in Scotland with spreading the good news of Christ in their hearts and minds. It is in Tressock, a small village in Glasgow, where things turn from charming to terrifying. When they agreed to take part in the village’s local festivity, they didn’t know that what they just said yes to was something that could possibly end their lives. In the most painful and torturous way possible.

Enjoy the trailer below!

A Scary Tale: What Our Dog Saw at Past 12 Midnight

Past 12 midnight found me in front of the door of our house, waiting for whoever was on the other side to open it for me. I didn’t have a copy of the key to our house and usually relied on one thing: calling out to someone, anyone to open the door for me

I was too tired to notice it but when the door opened, our dog wasn’t anywhere near. If I had the presence of mind to notice that odd fact, I would’ve asked my father (who opened the front door for me) where the dog was, since our exasperating and hard-headed but lovable pet is usually there to greet me every time I come home from work. The only time she didn’t come greet me was when she was sick and could not even walk properly. That was the first and only time. Until that night…

We knew the dog saw something....
We knew the dog saw something so terrifying that it scares her until now.

The moment I stepped into our dining area, my mother immediately asked me if I’d noticed that Sable (the dog) wasn’t with my dad when he opened the front door. I told her oh yeah, she wasn’t anywhere near. Is she sick? And this is the tale my mother recounted:

The moment Sable heard me opening the gate to our house, she looked out the window and then sprang into action. With her tail wagging excitedly, she made her way toward the front hallway, following my dad. She was about to walk ahead when something stopped her. She literally skidded to a stop. In the middle of running she tried to stop her body. She was looking at the direction of where my dad was standing. And my mom (who was a few feet behind the dog) heard Sable let out a loud, chilling cry and a pitiful whimper, with her tail going down between her legs. And the nutty, baffling part was how she tried so hard to run back to our room. But she was apparently too distressed and freaked out that she started to walk backwards, her gaze still on the same spot (near this cabinet made of wood with mirrors as doors). She continued to cry out and whimper until she went back to our room.

Minutes later, I used KFC’s chicken to coax and bribe the dog to go back outside to the dining area but to no avail. She just sat on the bed, looking nervously at the doorway and then whimpering again. All throughout the night, she avoided going near the dining area. And the next day as well.

I wonder what scared our dog. She’s a ten month old Labrador-Rottweiler breed, large and black. She’s fiercely protective and would bark and lunge at any stranger who dares step into our house. But whatever she’d seen? It was enough to turn her into a whimpering puppy. I’m guessing that what she saw was not the usual white lady or black lady or a child ghost. No. It probably looked more horrific than that. I’m thinking creatures. I’m thinking something short with thin but gangly arms and legs and a scrunched up, warped face. Eyes red and round and abnormally large. Barely there nose. Thin lips that when stretched into a grin shows sharp, uneven teeth. Rotting skin. Not a spirit but an entity, a creature of the dark. One which lives inside old trees or under the earth. It’s probably the same creature my sister once saw in our house… And it was enough to scare the living daylights out of her.

image source: Robb North